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fandomhighdorms2012-01-07 06:42 pm
shestheworst.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomhighdorms2012-01-07 06:42 pm
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The Roof; Saturday Evening [ 01/07 ].
Okay, so, it was Saturday night and Britta felt a little lame about the fact that she was up on the roof with nothing better to do than smoke some...cigarettes, but it hardly felt like Friday when you'd basically taken an extended weekend and didn't get back until Wednesday. So she was actually enjoying the chance to just know that there was a good spot in this place for just reflecting and smoking...cigarettes.
From the stash of...tobacco she'd gotten on her little trip. Man. A lot of the guys she smoked with in Riverside claimed there was nothing better than homegrown, but...
"I beg to differ, gentlemen," Britta said to no one in particular after a satisfied inhale and a pleased sigh. "I beg to differ."
[[ open roof is open! ]]
From the stash of...tobacco she'd gotten on her little trip. Man. A lot of the guys she smoked with in Riverside claimed there was nothing better than homegrown, but...
"I beg to differ, gentlemen," Britta said to no one in particular after a satisfied inhale and a pleased sigh. "I beg to differ."
[[ open roof is open! ]]
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"Yeah," Britta sighed. "But she's cool. Susan. Have you met her? Kind of gothy? Great big black streak in her hair?"
She was kind of hard to miss, really.
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"Nope, haven't met her yet," he answered, shaking his head. "Obviously, something I'll have to correct in the near future. I don't know enough goth chicks. And the ones I do know have bad fucking teeth and think themselves vampires."
Some clubs in England were a bit weird, you see. "That mean you two are gonna do each other's hair and talk about boys together?"
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"This is when the alien creatures come in and completely brainwash me, right?" she said. "Because that's not going to happen. Why? You lonely? Miss braiding hair and talking about boys all night? Maybe you can come over and we can paint your toenails, too."
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He wasn't, not really, but did she really think he wouldn't match her banter with some of his own? "I think you're the lonely one here."
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